But I was a hard, self-willed, stubborn fool How she came to like me and to marry me, I don't know; we were so different in every way.

Well, it was partly my nature and partly what I'd gone through; we hadn't been married more than a month or two when I began to find fault with her, and from that day on she could never please me.
I earned five-and-twenty shillings a week, and I'd made up my mind that we must save out of it.

I wouldn't let _her_ work; no, what _she_ had to do was to keep the home on as little as possible, and always have everything clean and straight when I got back at night.

But Jenny hadn't the same ideas about things as I had.

She couldn't pinch and pare, and our plans of saving came to nothing.